[center][color=FFFF7B][h2]Analise Amad[/h2][/color][/center]
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Analise dared closer toward the two figures, making her own well being known in their path. Her lip curled as she could hear the slightest of growls from one of them. It would only be a moment away for her to escape from the town’s chains, how it weighed down her ever being. And yet, the enemy would stand upon its mere edges. 

[color=6ecff6]"We must move quickly, I dislike staying in this city for too long. We are lucky the people haven't started another event for them to blame the Nephilim for."[/color]

[i]As if you haven’t done anything.[/i] Analise shrugged off the thought, then took notice of the Neutral individuals among them. A simple [color=FFFF7B]“ah.”[/color] escaped from her mouth. [i]Where else would they depart to?[/i] Her sight tinted to the old image of her memories. The dear halls of Raziel himself, the gates in their known grandeur, and the knowledge ever flowing within their city. Though in her reminisce, the memory of the [i]hospitality[/i] provided for her and her kind had been etched into her mind. It [i]had[/i] to be remembered, for it would be certain of the end laid ahead.

[color=7ea7d8]"I suppose I'll go play fetch with the farmgirl then before the mobs come with pitchforks and the like"  the other Nephilim spoke before running off.[/color]

Quickly, Analise followed after him, curiosity and mischief brimming within her mind. Long has it been for her to encounter a [i]white cloak[/i]. The thought of letting the children of Raziel slip from her grasp would be displeasing. [i]Though it would be troublesome if I were to fight...[/i]

She slowed her pace as other beings seemed to tug at her senses. Odd and yet faintly resembling of her own. [i] Brothers? No, it can’t be...[/i] What she was feeling was [i] different[/i] from her kin. She followed the traces slowly, carefully cutting the distance between them.  [i]About three I can-[/i] [color=FFFF7B]“Four,” [/color]she counted. [i]The Nephilim...[/i] She hid among the trees in silence, looking out to the unknown figures.